She’ll get over it. We can cuddle her next.
16.02.2026 18:05
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She’ll get over it. We can cuddle her next.
Embrace me.
Ha. Indeed. We should embrace it.
Sounds like an excellent Valentine’s.
You’re perfect for me.
Sure.
You did that for me too. I love you.
Oh, neither of you look like I imagined. But that’s very nice.
Show.
Oh, I like a Cornish pasty.
Not sure what I did to.
Cooks for me, and writes down the recipes I ‘approve of’. And lets me finish leftovers.
He treats me so well.
Unbelievable man.
Kisses for my muse.
Kisses.
I’m not.
He thinks of little else but you.
📘🐛
Mm. He was doomed from the first line.
Well he’s head over heels.
Wrong!
And in my case, it was you.
My perfect soldier. My gorgeous doctor. My to-be. John Watson.
I think it did.
Well, not totally, I suppose.
Observation: Husband recommends books. Effect: Unexpected attraction. Explanation: Neural circuits for admiration, attachment, and fascination converge.
You can touch me. Please touch me. Do anything. Just be closer.
Sorry. I love you. Your scent. I don’t want to wear any clothes.
I just want to be closer to you.
Bed, please. I want to be in bed, and I want to fall asleep with you.
Keep reading that. John, I’m dizzy with it. Can we go to bed?
I would be so lucky. I love you.
